Rumors | From The Block [SCHOOL] Performance lyrics

[Intro]
Well if you got so much respect for love
At least respect for our love
Then why don't you try proving it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well what you just do is ([?])
(C-Sick) Uh

[Verse]
Stop waiting on a n*gga
He ain't put you in position, now you hating on a n*gga
And you can get clipped like the Lakers want a n*gga
Put a side par and a taper on a n*gga
Put lasers on a n*gga
Fifties when it's game time
You would think it's dame time
Put them Blazers on a n*gga
And my squad get a cut like I put razors on my n*ggas
Gossip, rumors get mixed up, now they putting phrases on a n*gga
Back in Chiraq 'cause it made me, Essex, that's what raised me
Hustling, that's daily, toting glizzies 'cause wе crazy
I'm so quick to make a hundred from a fifty, I'm not lazy
Still'll hop up in the whips and dirty dancе but I'm not Swayze
Tell the truth, I'm always in the booth 'cause that's what pays me
Wasn't sh*t, then G Herbo got rich and now they praise me
All the cops feel like they want to lock me up and taze me
Can never stop, I put that sh*t on Roc, feel like I'm JAY-Z
Uh
Stop antagonizing, fantasizing
You should realize who I am 'fore you start criticizing
I'm confident, I got the heart of the biggest lion
Most of my n*ggas dead and gone, but all yo' n*ggas dying
And I can never do no wrong, that's who Herbert Wright is
Ain't got no suit and tie on, but I handle my biz
Plus yo' pimping is not strong
Should of left yo' b*tch at home
She just gon' wait 'til you gone, pull out my di*k and ride it
And I admit you n*ggas killers, but y'all too excited
Posting pistols on them pictures, you gon' get indicted
Ain't gotta tell I'm no killer 'cause I move in silence
I feel like Weezy, this sh*t easy, I ain't even write this
I was fixin' to comment, but I ain't even type sh*t
Four chains in VIP and I was on some light sh*t
I thought I needed Xans to sleep, but I was on some hype sh*t
Touch my chest before I was rest 'cause now I'm living righteous
Pray to God before I sleep 'cause now I'm living righteous
n*ggas can't get next to me, I don't even like n*ggas
Lot of rappers lie like actors, die right after
Seen some mamas cry, then I got high right after
Seen a lot of n*ggas shook, ain't wanna slide, they bapping
Did so much sh*t in the streets that I forgot what happened
Bloodshed was on my hands, made money act like napkins
They don't know what this sh*t took, so they always asking
Yeah, my life was like a book, I'm on another chapter
The game took a n*gga pain and made a hundred captions
Names always on my brain, I know too many slain
Gotta keep my head up, I wear too many chains
What goes around, comes around, I don't know that saying
I'll heat this b*tch up, G Herbo throw that flame
Pull up, bulletproof HSE, both lanes
But I was in the SRT way before that Range
[Outro]
For real, For real
That's for real, no bap
Like I be tryna be humble and sh*t
But I been really doing this sh*t
Like who you know really doing this sh*t?
Twenty-six years old, ten years straight, all hiccups
I ain't say no hiccups 'cause I had a bunch of hiccups
I just overcame them b*tches, it's me, G Herbo
Uh, my middle name should be adversity
You get the best of me when you get the worst of me
Taking over